I never dreamed that the day would arrive when I would have to stand alone against the flow of events. Still here, however, blood, sweat, and scars defining every inch of my life as I confront the enemy forces endangering not just our pack but also the entire history of the Crescent Bloodline. Every breath I exhale seems like a promise I have to fulfil for Aria, for my brothers and sisters in arms, and for the future of our people—dark and uncertain night.
The camp exists in a delicate calm disturbed only by far-off cries and the faint murmur of injured wolves. Heart still beating from the excitement of combat, I wobble through the disorganized aftermath of our most recent fight. The dark magic of our enemies—those twisted Dark Wolves and their robed puppeteers—has left its mark on us all, and betrayal still lurks in the shadows. But tonight, I have no time for hesitation or self-doubt. I must stay steadfast, because if I fail, all we have achieved will collapse.
